"Write My words on the paper
Lying before you, My child;
Listen closely to My voice
For each word is mild."
"Oh child of Mine just listen
To what I now must say:
Take hold of My nail-scarred hand
Through both night and day."
"Oh yes, My dearest child
I will fill your empty heart;
With the purest of My love
That will never part."
"Set aside some moments
When you meditate each day;
Firmly take hold of My hand,
I will guide you all the way."
Written by: Sis. Mary Story
May 17, 2009
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